The world was fractured. Dismantled, reassembled, and forever marked as flawed to those who could see the cracks. The scars that would not fade, not even after centuries of being nothing but death. Void of thought, life, and all things.

Rekshanuu's Dimension was not simply cleared of life, but reduced to ash. The Dimensional pillars were crushed, magics scattered. Some were able to flee into the arms of a warm death, or the cold embrace of a frozen lake that would still -- 815 years later -- hold their corpses. For the Sanctuaries there was no choice; no decision to leave. There was simply the staying, the watching -- the embrace of nothingness, and the detachment from consciousness.

When the world was brought back in an offering of peace it was created in the image it bore before the first fall. A veil of lies.

They had all died, and were rewarded with the ressurrection of lies.

Watchers, Judges, Guardians... None of the Circles felt compelled to remain as vigilant heralds of Rekshanuu's word. They could see the scars, burning cuts that smouldered like re-lit ash. And they could look upon those who were brought back, see they held no memories of the journey's end. See they had been given a clean slate to begin the cycle again. To damn them all again.

One of them turned away. Then another.

Soon they all left. Not even the most dedicated of their ranks remained in the lie of a Dimension.

They left the taint behind.

Left duty to die and rot.

"We died a thousand deaths, and nothing changed. They learned nothing until they died; and now, in rebirth, they have forgotten it all." One of them had said in the days that followed. "Yet we die, and never forget. They will learn from this fault of theirs. See that their worth is nothing but a lie; a decaying sea of corpses on the Ash of Creation's Altar. They are meat for the hunters, and we are not their protectors anymore."

Some said they failed. And, perhaps, that was so.

But they had been given a final rest after millenias of chaos, only to be brought back. So that the filth that could not be taught would walk the worlds again.